There were many obstacles to my journey to know my father. More than anything, I was met with a certain silence. A grief that shut-down dialogue and asked the question, what's the point?

But deep in my heart, I knew there was a point. And now, two and half years later, I know I was right. For I have learned that although there is deep sorrow in reviving difficult memories, there can also be great joy and solace in reclaiming the past. It is important and worthwhile to know and share the stories of those we loved—not just to honor them, but to live more fully and to have a deeper understanding of ourselves.

My father's life is no more extraordinary or worthy of remembrance than any other name on the Vietnam Veterans Memorial, or any other loved one who has died and whose memory has been buried. I have shared my journey to know my father, so that it might encourage other journeys like it—perhaps even your journey.

Whether you are a survivor of war, a child who has been adopted, a veteran, a widow or a single parent, I hope you will take a moment and share your story.

Thank you,
—Tracy Droz Tragos